For a Teacher

The Teacher Written some where around 1962 By Douglas Malloch In honor of Douglas Malloch with the hope That I am only honoring this great Poem By reproducing a part of it This is not the beginning of the Poem ‘The Teacher’ ……. A general, a great divine, Yea, Men whose names with luster shine, Learned Latin at that simple shrine. For here the great began To dream, to wish, to hope, to plan; To day was born tomorrow’s man. And so the teacher grew to gray; And fifty years have passed away When someone happens on a day To pause before the teacher’s door, The threshold that the children wore A half a century or more, And asks, as that good man appears: “Are you not weary, tired to tears, Of teaching Latin all the years?” A simple answer he employs To tell a teacher’s holy joys: “I don’t teach Latin – I teach boys.” God bless the teacher who can look Above beyond, the open book, The one who teaching undertook Nor merely for the Latin’s sake, But for the holy chance to make Tomorrow’s man, a soul to wake; …… By Douglas Malloch This great Poem quoted in honor of all sinbcere Teachers & ‘Andrea Dietrich a teacher’ This is also in honor and love of my wife, who also is a Teacher. Ravindra